Love Shielded Risue

desire to move house

Time just keeps passing. Leaving behind moments that will never happen again.

It has been in the third month since she gave birth to her first child. Merr actually increasingly feel other colors in his life that were once monochrome.

The first morning when Bilal just came home after a trip out of town. He took his wife and son to walk in the morning to enjoy the still cool air.

Bilal pushes the baby stroller, while Maryam just walks by his side. The morning breeze blew quite fresh, while a beam of morning sunlight began to look dazzling.

"What snack, what good?" Bilal was still continuing his steps into the park area of the city.

"Now also nyampe," said Maryam as her hand restyled the top cover of her stroller.

"Yes but I want to sell–" Bilal's eyes aimed at the carts lined up on the edge of the park. His view was focused on the processed corn that was boiled. "Jasuke, yanks..."

"Hmm?" Merr looked in the direction indicated.

"Sit there first, yuk. Later A'a wants to buy it," he said as he continued his steps closer to the park chair. Merr there just followed and sat on his stool while Bilal rushed away to approach the cart selling boiled corn mixed with sweetened condensed milk, and cheese. Waiting for a moment, Bilal returned with two jasuke cups.

"It's yank, good to know..."

Merr grabbed it with pleasure. "Thank you..."

"Together" he answered. Bilal uttered a bismillah before putting in a mouthful of his corn. "Yank, how's home?"

"Well, A'..."

"A'a wanna ask, you're still comfortable, aren't you? stay at Ummi's house?" ask Bilal. Merr himself nodded.

"Why ask questions like that?"

"Yes, A'a had a thought to invite you to move out of Ummi's house."

Merr. "Suddenly? Is there something?"

"There's no one. You know Handoko's house, don't you? who is on the right side of Ummi's house, are the other three houses?"

Merr nodded. "The green paint?"

"Yes dear.the house was offered to A'a. Because he and his wife want to move to their hometown. That's why the house here was sold to build a house there."

"That's it, huh?" Merr recalled that the house was also on the second floor. Although not as big as the house of Ummi Isti. But it seems like a comfortable place. Because Pak Handoko's wife loves cleanliness and neatness.

"Honestly, all this time A'a was always thinking about a place to live for my wife and children later, because would you want to anyway? We must be independent so that our privacy is more awake as well" A'a explained.

"Yes sih– actually I myself do not matter if we stay there continuously. Remembering, Hafiz also began to often follow A'a. Surely Ummi will be lonely if alone at home. Ummi is also good. Never once touched me. Even if there is, huh? because I was wrong. It's still natural..."

Bilal smiles. "MashaAllah. Ummi's getting old. I just want Ummi to be comfortable, and avoid the noise of children if they want to rest. Just, A'a tuh pengenyenya, yes.we moved not far. Which is still the same house Ummi is. Well.qadarullahnya, Mr. Handoko would like to move. But because his children also already have their own home, the house is finally sold. It is also possible to add to build a house in his hometown, he said. That's why A'a was interested in accepting it, because it was still very close to Ummi's house. How about yourself?"

"I agree anyway, because Mr. Handoko's house seems neat and comfortable."

"Alhamdulillah. So it all depends on you. If you agree, tonight A'a goes straight to His house to continue you."

Merr excited. "I'm queen? Then I can arrange the decor of the house, dong?"

"MashaAllah, thank you A'. I did not expect you to finally feel you have your own place again."

Bilal was silent for a moment. Come to think of it before Merr married herself. That woman always lived well. Especially when living with a man before. He might be better able to give anything to her.

Like the house he gave now has switched functions to a halfway house.

"Yank..."

"Yes?" Maryam turned her head towards him with sparkling eyes.

"Sorry yes, A'a new love you palace. Because in any case, A'a must be a tube. A'a can't buy you a house. Even if he can, A'a still thinks of Ummi."

"Astagfirullah al'azim, did I mispronounce A'... Wallahi, I'd still be happy if we were at Ummi's house. Just, you know women really like slings and boards. So when A'a said he wanted to buy a house, and I had the chance to make it look like I was very happy. But that doesn't mean I don't feel at home at Ummi."

"I know that, just calm down. A'a don't think macem-macem, really."

Merr grabbed her husband's hand. "Sorry, A'..."

"MashaAllah's. Yes dear–" Bilal stacked his other hand on the back of Merr's hand. Trying to dispel the miscellaneous thoughts that seek to poison him.

***

The night after meeting with Mr. Handoko. He returned to his house and reported this to his Ummi.

They sat together in Ummi Isti's room. Bilal said it very carefully. Worried that the mother was saddened by her decision to move out of the house.

"Ummi never forbid you and Merr to be independent. Just so, have you thought about it carefully?"

Bilal nodded. He himself sat cross-legged on the floor. While his mother was sitting on the bed.

"Bilal's been thinking about this for a long time, Mi. But not yet close. So when Mr. Handoko offers, Bilal immediately wants to. Because it's a very close distance."

Ummi Isti. Where the sad feeling seems burdensome. Yes, although not far but it is still different house.

"Mi?"

Ummi Isti looked at Bilal's pleading face.

"Iya– good luck to you and your wife."

"MashaAllah, Ummi agrees?"

Ummi nodded while smiling. "Yes, son of Soleh, me."

"God..." Bilal kissed his mother's hand. "Thank you, Ummi."

"Yes, this is because it's close. At least Ummi can every day nengokin Yahya, and also Merr."

Bilal chuckles. "Merr must be here every day. Nemenin Ummi."

"Yes." she laughed.